[littl3chocobo]

luka frowned, fire was the worst possible thing he could be given, it was as intangeable as air or water but it's dangerous nature was riskier than anything a spilled cup of tea could do. he looked up at where mizuki's face was he did not want this strange man as his master or his guide, he wanted to leave and never come back but it seemed no worse an idea than placing a bet on what the library books told him such men were capable of.

'under one condition' luka asked 'let me touch the candle while i do it'